A voice is wailing from the radio, an opera, in a language I don’t understand. The gray today is like a palm pressing down on my head or worse, a pillow. One kid is in the shower with the radio going, and the other in her room on a different station. Dawn is in her office doing taxes, drinking tea. The clock in another room chimes once to signal the half hour. I have a vague idea of what time it is but I’m trying to slip out of the frame, somewhere pillowy I can float towards, like a dream. It’s days like this on the cusp of winter, the earth damp and overwrought, that all I want from a Saturday is to fry onions in bacon fat and drink dark beer. To nap by the fire and slip into the rhythm of my dog’s snoring, and not awake until spring.
Song for late autumn Saturdays
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I feel this.
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Nice, thanks Mark! Be well my friend.
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Ahhh … reading this right before shifting into the kitchen to stir up supper … suddenly craving bacon and onions, thank you! (Almost always craving a deep sleep this time of year.)
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Ha sorry about that Jazz! I know, I just did leek soup today. Had to throw in some smoked sausage though…
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Bacon and purple onion … right around the corner … a bit of brown rice … here goes!
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the rhythm of the family symphony
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Piggy back rides?
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Yeah! that’s good, exactly! Love that…
Bill
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And there seem so many good reasons to hibernate too, Bill. ‘Somewhere pillowy’ – YES!
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A pillowful of winds or something, a Pink Floyd song. Something with cough syrup in it, too…
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I like that – a pillowful of winds – the sort that waft off the Mediterranean in late summer.
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Let me go there…now!
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🙂
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Love that picture, is it yours? The elf feels alive.
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Hi Jeff, yes: that’s Trixie, I think her name is. She travels from room to room in unexpected scenes. That’s one of my favorites, happy you liked it too. And hope you’re enjoying the season, now that it feels like it truly should be ‘the season.’ Bill
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I think it’s the opera that causes all of this, the gray cold fog pressing down on you, and the dog is probably snoring Wagner. Put on some Puccini or Verdi, blow away the
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fog, cook up some onions & bacon, thst sounds great
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Ha! I snorted in the rain when I saw this on my way to the lake this morning…love your wit and sense of humor, and voice…
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I can see you now, hunkering down, supplies around you, a fire going, like a big brown bear in his cave waiting for spring. That’s what we all make during these long, dark months, isn’t it, caves of light and warmth to keep out winter. Lovely stuff Bill
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Waiting for that day and precise moment the light shoots through a crack in our den and illuminates the whole of it, right? You know the one, up there in Scotland on the Orkneys…
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Ooh, yes – midwinter! Total lack of midwinter sun here. Wall to wall rain. Wishing you the best for this Christmas and for the yer ahead, Bill
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And you Lynn! We got 3” of rain here yesterday, all in the same day. They call it “an atmospheric river in the sky.” Cool, huh? Be well!
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That’s a captivating picture. There is a circular flow to it that is reminiscent of Munch’s The Scream. I like how the elf seems to be looking at Mary, not Jesus. It’s kind of perfect.
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Thanks! I call that photo “Shepherd’s Pie.”
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Hey! I like the new theme! Nice clean layout, and such. Well organized. I noticed you nixed the About page. And new header pics too. Very nice.
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Hey! Thanks for noticing! Wish I could have hired you to help me do it…would have been a lot cooler. But happy you like it, thank you. Long overdue!
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